"mmxviii" poems
You smell like cigarettes and Paris,
Feel like midnight sweet stories.
A sunset without fears or worries.
But above all,
There’s your mixed up soul.
An entire galaxy where
Stars are collapsing
And planets colliding.
Obliging me to remember everything.
You presence,
Your absence,
Your actions.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
Was it
The floating black clouds?
Or the passing fresh breeze?
Maybe was it the roaring wind
Along with
The flaming old-gold color sun?
Yet it sure was the splattering cold rain,
I often caught in his glance
That could describe him and his pain.
His hair was careless
His behavior reckless
But his eyes hopeless
And his kiss tasteless.
The world’s illusions
Submerged people into confusion,
Deluding him who often had hope
To cope
With love and living.
But as all the things breathing
It too dies with the moments
Leaving people in all kinds of disappointments.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
December is usually cold,
But yet this year is hot.
I can’t lie cos the truth must be told,
A month I almost forgot.
December’ bye for now, see you next year,
Expecting a brand new set of twelve to appear,
which granted us full year of time to spend.
as its last midnight brings us to year end.
Why is everyone sickly?
For January, Why such a bore,
December come I need you More.
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC
There’s a storm in his head, thunder beneath his hands and rain rolling down his eyes.
His lethal torrid stare felt piercing as his teeth were baring.
His fist tenses and his mouth dries.
His heart rate increases and his jaw clenches.
When the mild-mannered man turns at last to face me, his states had no more greyscale. His customary warmth gone faster than summer rain on the tarmac.
Now my blood drained and heart hammered erratically. These swings from the most loved to the most hated would be the end of me.
I was never afraid of his anger when it came as fire, for that burnt hot and fast but I was deadly scared of his ice that saved him from the torments of his youth. But now, it was so hard to tell and so pointless to run.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC
I left my heart on your sleeves tonight.
Make sure you take really good care of it.
Until next time, my love
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC
I closed my eyes
Focusing on every noise around.
Heard some heartbeats I first thought were mine.
Now I close my eyes and softly fall in love
With the way I remembered you,
Your body,
Your soul,
And all.
That made the difference.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 6:19 PM UTC
Your feet loved dancing
To the beats of my heart.
And from the chaos of my soul
You saw beauty from the start.
You are the freedom
Waiting for me
On the breezes of the sky.
As i was scared to fall,
You helped me to fly.
With a pen full of ink
I will write stories that sing
Then others where i sink
And much more ones about you.
Because darling,
You taste like
Eternity
The sun
The moon
The stars
And everything i adore to pieces
With all of my pieces.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
Maybe
I would let you hold this power drill
To make a little hole
In my skull.
From where flowers
Will for hours and hours
Bloom, sprout and flourish,
But that only your love can nourish.
Tonight,
While I’m waiting for the daylight
I have an inkling
And start to wonder if what I’m feeling
Is not an illusion
I’ve had in the mirage of my confusion.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 6:21 PM UTC
i like that we're loud
despite all the noise complaints
and weird looks in the early mornings
when we drag ourselves to breakfast down the road
when we drag ourselves in from the freezing cold
or blistering heat
i like that we never leave a location singularly
that we're one large support group
that we're a hive
i like that we're powerful
when one of us hurts
it becomes everyone else's pain too
i like that we have each other no matter what
we don't let each other fall
we never let go
i don't think i'll ever let this go
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
As I walked towards the future
Things seemed clearer.
What if I stopped here?
Would it mean the end is near?
I so wish I could tell you
How much it takes from you
To chase the inexorable;
So ineffable.
Let it be a pair of sweet eyes
A pleasant demeanor,
A complicated thing
Or a silky string.
Nothing I would let be
To take an ounce of me.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 6:21 PM UTC
New year, yet same old color.
I was like a firework display,
But this time, only the blue ones.
It was blue but still beautiful.
Pretty to look at but it would hurt
when you stay close enough.
It will hurt so much that it will burn
your skin. Was it hot?
Or was it too cold that it stings?
Maybe I liked it that way,
distancing myself from the people
I love, afraid I might hurt them.
I was like a firework display,
it was bright
But made to fade into the night.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 12:08 PM UTC